[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar[/color] & [color=darkgoldenrod]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b][color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Outside of Grimaldi Books)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	It had occurred to Keystone in hindsight about Claire; she had mentioned that she was going to get something to eat for them all. He didn't remember at the moment that he suggested to his boss that they have a sit down and grab a meal before coming to any hasty decisions. It wasn't so much about the food, persay, as giving a break in the mood and a little time to process and regroup. Of course, the Irish bred Bostonian just happened to come a-bounding up with food in large amounts on standby. Hey, whatever worked. 

	Meanwhile, Caesar was trying to get a feel for the game plan for the rest of the day. It was his understanding that, their pointless and wasted detour to Grimaldi Books aside, they were supposed to be headed straight into Grimm, Indiana to effect an investigation into the background of certain persons responsible for the deaths of Alicia and Lorna, as well as try for clues concerning the underlying reasons for the drama they were all caught up within. From the conversation, Claire had apparently forgotten that she volunteered to join them for the long haul when she asked if she could "take off for the night". When he heard the reason why, he understood, but that time off might effectively remove her from the investigation. Considering things, Claire wasn't being forced to do anything and it was a respectable reason to ditch them, even if she [i]was[/i] being amazingly casual and familiar with the corporation's owner. 

	As it turned out, being that he [i]was[/i] the corporation's owner, he [i]was[/i] the guy who ultimately made those decisions, or had the ability to alter these things to suit his schedule with greater influence than anyone else under his employ. Or he was supposed to be. And insomuch as he was beginning to believe that the Grimm investigation was turning into yet another colossal waste of his time and money, he didn't really have a lot to lose either way. This trip was just another example of things happening to or around them that were beyond any of their power to control despite otherwise ongoing preventative actions taken. Suffice it to say, Caesar was not in the best of moods. [color=ff4500]"It's not a problem."[/color] he said flatly. [color=ff4500]"Familia is important. I am glad to see that my employees have strong family bonds. Go ahead and take the night off. I will continue to Grimm."[/color] 

	The big Brit furrowed his brow, then leaned into Caesar to speak quietly, [color=b8860b]"Boss, isn't that the name of..."[/color] 

	Caesar was quick to stifle the question, [color=ff4500]"Yes it is."[/color] A steady gaze followed the sharply verbalized sentence. Of course he caught the name. Natasha Brinne was someone he briefly suspected might be involved and had a background check done on her after she had invited herself along to Alicia's funeral. During this trip, major computer shenanigans happened to a system that was supposed to be closed. Well, it didn't stop anything on his plane, and it didn't stop anything in his home, either. Or his company. In any case, Natasha was dead now. He could only assume murder, as that seemed to be the order of the day. Yet another death inflicted upon someone who had recently been in his presence, and/or had something to do with Alicia or himself in even a peripheral way. Considering everything, he would be foolish, even recklessly indifferent to human life were he to get involved in any of Claire's family matters, regardless of the coincidence involved. Death, death, death, super hackers, death, death, wanton and unstoppable theft, then yet more death. 

	Caesar handed his sack of food over to Keystone. [color=ff4500]"Not hungry. Plan stays as it is. You go back to Justice and get my family out of there. I continue to Grimm."[/color] He turned to Claire, [color=ff4500]"Miss McManus? Tell your friend in town that we'll give him a lift where he needs to go. After that you're off the hook. I'll be in the car."[/color] The elder Mexican shook his head and, as he mentioned he was going to, began walking back to the company vehicle. 

	Keystone sighed heavily. This was not the plan he was shooting for, either. Was the old man being overly cautious, or clearing the board to make room for horrible things he was prepared to do? He was pushing people away now, Keystone included. Something bad was going to happen, Caesar seemed to be trying to set a stage to that effect, while getting people he cared about far, far away from himself. But on the up side, more food! Life wasn't all bad that way.